Todos los capítulos de Oops! The CEO's Ex is a Secret Genius: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

Briella slowly raised her bloodshot, icy eyes.The white spotlight from the helicopter cast a stark, cold light over her profile—pale and untouchable.The only splash of color was the blood smeared on her face, strangely alluring. That contrast gave her an eerie, breathtaking beauty.Behind her stood eleven teenagers, dressed in all black, armed, exuding an intimidating aura.They appeared before everyone.Separated by three steps.Outside the doors were several helicopters and rows of black-clad men in uniform.A motorcade lined up in formation.A few helicopters hovered in the air with their spotlights on, while two were already grounded.“Madam, what’s wrong?” Nash, guarding outside, was stunned. He never expected to see Briella—covered in blood—carrying Diego in her arms.Why was Mr. Elsher being carried by Madam? Could she even lift him? And why was she covered in so much b

The director’s expression tightened. “Miss Q, I’ll go check on things first. Please wait here for a moment.”“Alright.”Briella lowered her gaze and nodded gently.The director stepped forward and opened the door to the corridor—only to be stunned by the sight before him. The entire hallway was packed with people in black.“What’s the meaning of this?”“We mean no harm,” one man said politely. “We just want to know how my bro is doing—and to see Miss Q.”Philip stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Nash and Abel.“Besides, Miss Q is my bro’s wife. We’re all family here—no need to make this so tense, right?”Nash: “!!!”His features twisted in disbelief as he grabbed Abel’s arm. “This shit’s actually true?!”“Yep,” Abel replied numbly. He

Briella held her laptop, but instead of leaving the research institute, she went to the intensive care unit.The hallway outside the ICU was tightly guarded by men in black uniforms.Nash looked up and was visibly stunned when he saw Briella turning the corner.He quickly stepped forward. “Madam, you’ve come to see master? May I ask… what exactly happened at the time?”“It was my fault. That bullet was meant for me.” Briella walked forward, directly bypassing Nash, and stared through the glass at the lifeless figure inside.Her face was pale, and her fingers unconsciously clenched in her pocket.Word by word, she lowered her gaze. She looked like an empty shell without a soul.“Madam…”Nash followed behind her. From what she said, he could more or less guess that there must have been an accident during the chaos. Since Mr. Elsher cared so much about Madam,

Grand Palace."Still no word?"The President's face was dark, unusually anxious.He ended the call and slammed the phone on the table.An elderly man sat calmly beside him, composed as ever. "No news is the best news. Why the panic? You think Diego is someone that easy to deal with? If it had gone smoothly already, that’s when I’d start getting suspicious."“True.” The President slowly calmed down. “Let’s hope nothing goes wrong.”Just then, the phone rang.He exchanged a glance with the old man before answering.The old man’s cloudy eyes remained fixed on the President’s every move.“Hello?” The President frowned.“What? You found them? Good. Don’t alert anyone—bring them straight to the lab!”His expression finally relaxed a little.The old man tensed. “What hap

"Master Hank, do you even know what you're saying?" Seneca looked like he had just heard a ridiculous joke. He stood up, but his lashes trembled almost imperceptibly."Don't believe me? You're welcome to ask Old Master Rosetti yourself," Idris said as he raised his hand, turning slightly to glance at the old man.The moment Idris spoke, the old master’s face darkened. His hand, resting on the blanket, clenched tightly."Idris! What are you trying to pull? Don’t even think about dragging the Rosetti family into this! No matter what you say, Seneca is — and always will be — the Rosetti family’s eldest son!""Enough!" Seneca lowered his eyes, filled with ruthless fury. He raised his hand and slammed it against the hospital room door. The wound on his hand, barely scabbed over, tore open again, and fresh blood stained his skin."You all talk such a big game, but aren’t you just using me for your own ends? I’m s